
Suddenly the door was knocked.Yoga turned his body walking towards the door of his room.This time he was so reluctant to talk let alone scream to ask who knocked his room.
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Open the door of the room.seen mama smile, his hand carrying a plate containing pieces of mango.
"Darling, can you come in?"yoga nodded then shifted his body, giving way to his mother.
"Mama peeled mangoes for you" she said as she placed the dishes on the table and sat her body on the sofa in Yoga room.
Yoga was still silent, but suddenly slowly he put his body to sleep on the sofa and dropped his head on the lap of the mother.
"Hey...What's up???"
Gently mama rubbed the head of her baby while smiling looking at Yoga which suddenly out its potent nature.
"There's nothing.just want" replied Yoga.
"Let Yoga like this ma...A week longer Yoga will be far from mama"he continued while closing his eyes.For a moment his heartbreak was healed by the caress of his mother.
"Certainly dear.." replied Mama Ranti while continuing to wipe the head of Yoga.She knew what was being felt by her favorite son.There is nothing to do but remind her son not to forget his worship and not to break his prayer,submit all to Alloh.Urusan results, let Alloh determine it.
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Time passes so fast...
Mama Ranti, Papa Bahctiar and Andri are ready to take Yoga to Adisucipto Airport...
"You're sure to continue your studies in London, aren't you?"ask Papa Bahctiar.Yoga nodded steadily.He will make sure his future first and momentarily forget the drama of his love.Toh if there is a soul mate, Surely Alloh will guide him back to meet with Tya.The important thing is to worship and pray,so did mom's message yesterday.
"Good...Remember, this is your choice.you must take responsibility for your own choices" his papa said.
"Ready pa." answered Yoga steady.
"You... Don't want you to go to college in London Ndri?"ask Papa Bahctiar to Andri.
Papa Bahctiar was very sincere about loving the orphaned child and he did not want to differentiate between Andri and Yoga.
"No pa...My dear beasiswaku here if not taken pa" replied Andri
"Partially if I go along, who will nemenin mama, papa busy working while his children are not at home" continued Andri...Papa Bahctiar mangut-mangut understood...
"Hey she's my mama.awas only if because you at home continue to make mama forget me...I cut your throat later.huuh"hardik Yoga.
"All the children of mama and there is no way that mama forget one of you" continued Yoga and Andri immediately embraced Mama Ranti with a smile.
"Come if you are ready all.we leave, it will be too late again." said Papa Bahctiar ended the drama created by his wife and children...
Then they went to the airport.
At the house of Tya
A week ago, the family was abandoned by their father.
And it turns out that the departure of the late Mr. Indrawan Hartono left a sad story and this reality is the cause of his disappearance.
The late Mr. Indrawan was ripped off by tens of billions of cheats to have his factory and shop confiscated.Only the remaining house, that is, because the house was in his mother's name and was not included in the list of bank collateral.
Even so, the house must be sold, the color of the money is used to pay salaries and severance money of their employees, which amounted to 70 people.
Sad and about the reality that must be faced by Tya family.While his mother who is only a housewife is unable to do anything.
Finally, inevitably, it is Tya who must stand in the front row to bear and determine the future of his family.
Grateful the remaining money from the sale of their luxury home is still enough for their lives for the next few months,also to buy a used motorcycle as a means of transportation as well as a small house on the outskirts of the city of Yogyakarta.Home far from the word luxury it consists of 2 bedrooms, 1 bathroom, and,1 living room and family room directly related to the dining room and kitchen.
The area of the house may not be more than a quarter of the old house.
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